Earlier in the year we approached our coronavirus-world with determination; we would fight it and beat it together.
We were proactive. We applauded the NHS; we extended our food banks; we visited neighbours; we delivered groceries; we created makeshift offices at home; we home-schooled our children…
Rev Mark Rylands, an assistant bishop in Devon, bought an old black cab for £500. Ferrying elderly and vulnerable patients to and from hospital completely free of charge, he maintained social distancing by the glass partition between driver and passenger…
We were all in this together and we were going to win.
Now we are waiting. We must stick to rules and wait for the storm to pass. There will be sunshine – but not yet.
Using a different picture: autumn will lead to a dark, cold winter, but it will be followed by spring when there will be new life.
Rick, in yesterday’s blog, mentioned last week’s ‘The Repair Shop’; we watched it too. He mentioned the expert restoration of a plaque with ‘Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday, and all is well’ carved on it.
All will be well, but we must wait with patience, courage and hope.
I’ve also been musing on: ‘Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass… It’s about learning to dance in the rain.’
I don’t worry and isolate indoors, avoiding the storm; I don’t devise excuses, putting life on hold waiting for a sunnier time when the storm is passed.
Instead I join Gene Kelly ‘Singing in the Rain’. I may have a useless umbrella, I might get soaked, but I learn to wonder at the rain, enjoy it and dance in it.
I muse on Paul’s words: ‘I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation… I can do everything through him who gives me strength.’